Jeff Hoover
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- Feb 25, 2009
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One of the things I was looking forward to my trip to Idaho, was meeting the infamous 'Callshot'. I've always looked forward to his witty responses to Dicks posts. Before I left for my trip, I did some checking on my computer. Seems Callshot has 14, 000 acres of hidden, prime huckleberry country. He's slick ! He goes aroud town, handing out free huckleberry shakes, not unlike a big city drug dealer, giving free samples out to get you hooked. I should have known better. One scoop of huckleberry shake, and I was hooked. Did you notice I said scoop ? These shakes are so thick, it's more like a custard, than shake.
You can learn alot about a man while sharing a huckleberry shake. I knew Callshot had several physical handicaps. He's missing his trigger finger, has a bad back, one leg is shorter than the other(tho being the optimist, he says one is longer than the other), besides that, he's in pretty good shape. I had to excuse myself from the table while partaking in the consumption of Callshots candy, and told him to keep an eye on my drink. With that, he removed his eye glasses, and popped out his right eye with a resounding thunk, and placed it on the top of my shake, and said, "Is this good enough". I didn't know what to do .
Seems Callshot lost his eye in a tragic hunting accident, a few years back. He was working the night shift, and learned the necessary skill of being able to sleep with one eye open, in case the supervisor checks on you, uexpectedly. Well, Callshot was hunting one day, got a little tired, and sat down at the base of a tree, and fell asleep. Unbeknownst to him, his training kicked in, and he kept his right eye open while snoozing away. A woodpecker posted on his nose, and saw its reflection in Callshots eye, and started pecking away.
Being a resourcefull kind of guy, Callshot first used a ball bearing, to fill the empty socket. This lasted a few days, as when he drove home from work, the oncoming headlights would reflect off his eye, blinding the drivers with their own headlight beam. He finally figured out why all the oncoming traffic was running off the road. He next tried one of his kids shooter marbles, a cats eye, I believe. Well, the neighborhood cats took to following him , and the church wanted to perform an exorcism on him.
Callshot got to thinking, and remembered he had a taxidermist buddy. For a while, he had the eye of a hawk, but it kept falling out. He finally settled on a mule deer eye, and has been using it ever since.
I know Dick and others ride Callshot about his shooting abilities, but when you take into account his dominant eye is made of glass, and he closes his weak eye to shoot, and he's missing half his trigger finger, it's pretty amazing he does as well as he does. Tho, he is tough to keep up with while walking across the side of the mountain. Since one leg is longer, Callshot is standing perfectly straight, and gets around darn good. He always finds the silver lining in a dark cloud.
On my last day at Dicks, I was getting the shakes and tremors pretty bad. Dick called Callshot, told him I was in withdrawal, and Callshot responded.
Here's Dick, reaching for a huckleberry shake, to get to me. I was too weak to move. Mine was done, while Dick was just getting started.
After 3 huckleberry shakes, I was back on my feet.
It was GREAT meeting you Steve, and your lovely wife, Betty. Take care buddy, and I hope we see each other again.
Jeff
You can learn alot about a man while sharing a huckleberry shake. I knew Callshot had several physical handicaps. He's missing his trigger finger, has a bad back, one leg is shorter than the other(tho being the optimist, he says one is longer than the other), besides that, he's in pretty good shape. I had to excuse myself from the table while partaking in the consumption of Callshots candy, and told him to keep an eye on my drink. With that, he removed his eye glasses, and popped out his right eye with a resounding thunk, and placed it on the top of my shake, and said, "Is this good enough". I didn't know what to do .
Seems Callshot lost his eye in a tragic hunting accident, a few years back. He was working the night shift, and learned the necessary skill of being able to sleep with one eye open, in case the supervisor checks on you, uexpectedly. Well, Callshot was hunting one day, got a little tired, and sat down at the base of a tree, and fell asleep. Unbeknownst to him, his training kicked in, and he kept his right eye open while snoozing away. A woodpecker posted on his nose, and saw its reflection in Callshots eye, and started pecking away.
Being a resourcefull kind of guy, Callshot first used a ball bearing, to fill the empty socket. This lasted a few days, as when he drove home from work, the oncoming headlights would reflect off his eye, blinding the drivers with their own headlight beam. He finally figured out why all the oncoming traffic was running off the road. He next tried one of his kids shooter marbles, a cats eye, I believe. Well, the neighborhood cats took to following him , and the church wanted to perform an exorcism on him.
Callshot got to thinking, and remembered he had a taxidermist buddy. For a while, he had the eye of a hawk, but it kept falling out. He finally settled on a mule deer eye, and has been using it ever since.
I know Dick and others ride Callshot about his shooting abilities, but when you take into account his dominant eye is made of glass, and he closes his weak eye to shoot, and he's missing half his trigger finger, it's pretty amazing he does as well as he does. Tho, he is tough to keep up with while walking across the side of the mountain. Since one leg is longer, Callshot is standing perfectly straight, and gets around darn good. He always finds the silver lining in a dark cloud.
On my last day at Dicks, I was getting the shakes and tremors pretty bad. Dick called Callshot, told him I was in withdrawal, and Callshot responded.
Here's Dick, reaching for a huckleberry shake, to get to me. I was too weak to move. Mine was done, while Dick was just getting started.
After 3 huckleberry shakes, I was back on my feet.
It was GREAT meeting you Steve, and your lovely wife, Betty. Take care buddy, and I hope we see each other again.
Jeff
